She can no longer put her feelings into words
For they have moved past the ordinary violent ups and downs ups and downs of the waves
And into a place where the sea has calmed, giving peace that she hadn’t felt in a while
A veil has been lifted and her eyes are crying blood, all that she suppressed in those tight small veins that was her slavery
Her heart is overflowing with the purest water
She hears clearly now.
She’s standing, feet bare on the earth, and she’s beginning to feel again.
Herself, back inside of her self now and her body wants to scream the question “Where have you been?!” to her
But instead it welcomes her quietly and solemnly ignoring all her ignorance,
Because it is just thankful that she’s back.
She hugs herself, rocking back and forth, back and forth in introspection
She recognizes that she misunderstood so much and not so much that she was misunderstood.
She knows now that the world is not some grand fountain of beauty and of pretty
But it’s impossible for some souls to enter into a space and not flood that space with its light, righteousness,inspiration and freedom.
She drowned in that flood last night, the baptism was more sacred than anything she ever knew.
And she’s grateful that they took hold of her soul
Palms of truth real and raw
They’re guiding her to the path of freedom and when she gets there, she’ll figure out how to be free.
Copyright ©2011
--Kerry-Ann Davis
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